Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

The Piper Poem by Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

In the middle of a yellow, Blue and orange cloudI sat and looked at the world's greenness.As it carried me,Crossing from a time to a timeAnd from an age to another.The cloud stopped.A beautiful sound of the pipe was heardLike a spring in the middle of summer.The cloud stopped.I had a look downSo that I might see the piper.I imagined he was my father.But he was notI imagined he was my son.He was not.Maybe it was I.I was not.He was nobody at all.It was a beautiful, astonishing soundFilling everything with pleasure and gold.The cloud got tired.I looked and found my fatherLying on a cloud ahead of me,And my son riding a cloud following me.The cloud got tired from stopping.So, it moved quietly to the end.But our clouds,Alas,Started to lose their delightful colours,And became darker and darker.